Svelte Chicken Lives....

Svelte Chicken Lives.... for his txting buddy

10/8/2013

I’ve never really found the need or understood the attraction towards texting.

The Light of my Life is a txtn wiz, so is my eldest Daughter. My Darling has been texting since phones were the size of bricks. If she wanted to she could lift me up off the ground with either of her thumbs. It’s impossible to beat her in a thumb war competition, her thumbs wiggle at near the speed of light and as she traps your thumb firmly to your hand she has tapped out “beaten you again, try harder” in texting language down the back of your thumb.

My Darling will often sit there in the evening and fire of a few texts at incredible speed, so fast that I don’t have time to get annoyed. Now she has our main email delivered to her phone “you got mail” it keeps exclaiming with excitement. I occasionally ask who are you texting/what was the email, I think she is organising a coup (not a chicken coup) the kind where she and her army of soccer/hockey/netball mums/friends take over Upper Hutt and declare her Supreme Commander.

My Darling and my eldest Daughter love the technology and I must say it does help keep them in touch. One evening the weather was quite bad, windy cold raining etc. it was late in the evening and my beautiful Daughter needed my Darlings help (after all the weather was very bad). So in came the text and Mum went to help her out. Technology in this type of instance is a boon. Perhaps though a text was not necessary, Sammy was in her bedroom, and Mum was in the Lounge….

Anyhow, when I text I hate the predictive stuff, so I don’t use it. I want to be able to spell the word incorrectly first time on my own. My wee android screen sometimes has me at the verge of twisting it like you do the end of a lollie wrapper as I struggle to type…

jkme spll <<<< backspaces to correct
hpme sioj <<<< backspaces to correct
homr sopn <<<< backspaces to correct
jome siim <<<< backspaces to correct
home soom <<<< backspaces to correct
home soon

I am normally sitting in my car at work, engine on, waiting to send a quick text to alert my darling family to stop being naughty and begin to act like little happy angels. I am litteraly 2km away from my house, a carrier/homing pigeon would be on its way back to me before I get a chance to hit the send button.

Anyway, the last few weeks the timing for the kids sport has clashed it has meant that my Darling and I have not been at the same sporting event. We have instead become txtn buddies. The occasional txt through the sporting event, a bit of a giggle here and there has been good fun. I suppose I can see that txting in that circumstance is good. There must be a problem with my phone though, I seem to receive txts and replies a lot faster than my phone sends them?

Svelte Chicken Lives…. for his txting buddie + txting at Saturday morning sport (I would rather be with her though….)

Svelte Chicken Lives.... for chicken and pastry

My lovely Sister.

August 2013

Svelte Chicken Lives.... for there always being one in a family

8/8/2013

There is always one in any family……

Where’s wally?
Photos taken by Pastry, and nicked from her facebook page by a Svelte Chicken.

Svelte Chicken Lives… for his wonderful family, it’s a shame that Stacey isn’t in this picture. Still I will remember (thanks to this) that she is there and having a good old giggle.

Svelte Chicken Lives.... for the game of life

3/8/2013

Pastry is on holiday in New Zealand for a month from the UK.

Grandma and Pastry have come to our house for a visit. We had Chinese food for dinner, which was most yummy.

I am sitting in the lounge listening to Grandma, Stacey, Sammy and little Em play one of Stacey’s favourite games, the game of life.

Stacey was saying that it has been a couple of years since she has played a board game with her kids, I guess the time will come when ours will not be too interested in playing board games either.

There has been a great deal of laughter coming from the dining room.

I have really enjoyed listening to how much fun they are having.

I probably should have played with them…..

Svelte Chicken Lives.... for a birthday to remember 2013

30/6/2013

Well just like that our birthday has been and gone, left in its wake is the fact we are now both 45….

This can’t be, soon I am going to count the years to verify. My darling made the comment that together we were 90! I was surprised, I didn’t realise she was 55.

What an excellent idea, we both decided to take the day off from work and spend our birthdays together. The light of my life and I went to the movies at 10am (when everyone else is at work/school (tee hee)) to see man of steel. We booked a few days before hand (which is kind of funny, especially when we went to pick up our tickets and the movie man said we could sit any where except the two seats he had just sold (with a smile on his face). It was fantastic being able to play when you should be working. I have a thing for superman films, always have. I personally really enjoyed it. I can’t believe Superman killed Zod though. I do understand why, and after searching the net realise he has in the comic books done the same, still it was a surprise to me. It was a most enjoyable film, I will definitely buy the movie when it is released.

We also went into Wellington to see the Phantom of the Opera, we both also thoroughly enjoyed it, they did a wonderful job, it was worth every penny. Before the show we went to dinner, which was also very nice. It was quite a full on day for us, unusually so and most enjoyable.

I also got some wonderful presies and have now polished off most of my chippies, and am left with a pack of Burger Rings, yum yum.

I do believe we have a new tradition, to take our birthdays off and have a play day. I suppose this year will be a hard one to top, having the Phantom of the Opera playing on our birthday was a one off, I wonder what will be on next year?………

So all in all I give the birthday experience this year a 9.5 out of 10……. I did not give it a perfect score because I did not want half a bloody washing machine….

Svelte Chicken Lives.... because of May Drummond

I moved with my family to New Zealand in 1974. Nan came out to NZ a couple of times. Although I was young I can still remember and picture her.

Two things I can clearly remember:
Nan cooking Stacey and I boiled eggs and buttie soldiers, watching the wrong hand on the clock (hours not minutes) and the resulting eggs being so hard that the soldiers were unable to be dipped. I can remember thinking it seemed to be taking ages, and Nan putting butter into the yoke to give us something to dip into. Stacey was not happy..

Playing cards with Nan. Nan loved to play card games, I can’t remember how to play them now (names like twopence halfpenny (excuse spelling)) I do remember having a great time and being able to see her cards reflected in her glasses…… I can remember her face when she figured it out.

This is a picture of me with my Nan